Three Word Wednesday is back after a one week ‘vacation’ for Bone. Now, of all words to include, he put the C word… no, not that C word, the other one. I hate that word and everyone associated with it. In fact, I would rather be called that other C word than be forced to use this one. I admit it. I hate this C word this week.
There, that off my chest, I need to attempt to be creative. This will be the hardest one I have done. I can write about abuse, hate, anger, frustration, love, laughter, tears, friendship or lack of, animals, garbage, etc., but that word just stops me in my tracks – and not because of the health issues.
The three words are: Afford Cigarette Dim
Check out what others wrote, I am sure they were quite creative this week!
Afford them, you can
have the right to use them, you do
but do you really want your lights
to dim before they would have
by putting that smelly thing,
that thing that not only destroys your lungs,
but coats your hair, your skin, your clothes,
your car, your home,
with a smell that you are so used to
you don’t realize no amount of perfume
or after shave will cover it?
You pride yourself in how you dress,
you style your hair
make sure everything is perfect
before you leave the door
and you do look so handsome
and you, so beautiful,
I almost envy you.
Oops, you forgot that one detail
about your grooming.
Have you smelled an apartment
after greasy food is cooked with no
stove fan or windows to open?
No? Cook hamburgers and leave the grease
and while you are at it, bake French Fries,
making sure you get the ones with the most oil.
Make sure the house is closed up tight,
leave for a while and return.
Breathe in deeply.
That smell
has nothing on a cigarette.
MeeAugraphie
11/28/07
Disclaimer, I realize not everyone wears the cigarette smell that strongly, but some do and probably have no idea… but then I suppose the argument could be thrown back that some others wear their garlic or beer or stinky perfume or dog or kids spitup. Yes, you are correct!
I am guilty of eating garlic; had a dog; raised a child; and drink the occasional beer.
Cigarettes are still, for me a pet peeve. Thank goodness the whole person is not defined by one like or dislike!
And yes, I married a smoker…. and yes, he no longer smokes, but it took a LONG, LONG time for him to reach that point. Too bloody long, if you ask me, but I am grateful that it finally got there.
